That’s insane. How do they keep them fresh if they don’t get rid of the old ones?
Though we are sorely lacking in data, I would postulate that the complexity of human emotions requires some talent that Troi has developed.
I am responsible for the 316 people on my ship. Each of their lives are precious and important to me.
clicks comm
Ensign Ricky, could you go to Engineering and retrieve the popcorn from Mr. Scott’s latest invention?
By scanning Data’s pants it is theoretically possible to detect combustion.
If such combustion is found, we can then accuse him by saying “Liar, Liar, pants on fire.” Do you concur Captain?
C’mon Picard, use circular logic. He’ll be fried in a moment.
Is he trying a guilt trip on the robot?
430 people, sir.
And you, madam, what medical school did you go to?
That’s only logical if they have a plan.
Obviously, that’s ridiculous.
Thus far she has done nothing that usefull. Perhaps she should serve at the helm.
- Ensign Ricky’s dead, Jim! :eek:
Perhaps this robot does not yearn for the peace and happiness to be found in logic, but rather, for the messiness of human emotion. Fascinating.
sighs
clicks comm
Lt. Marlena Moreau. Report to the Bridge.
I should have warned him about that tempermental “popcorn” machine.
A woman? Driving a starship? Are you trying to get us all killed? :eek:
You’ve got too much of that green blood in that vaunted brain of yours!
Jim, I am noticing that Picard’s libido is not playing as great a factor in his proceedings, unlike someone I know.
Thy scoffing at my superior life experience and knowledge dost not please me.
Only Warp 2! Our Enterprise can go much, much faster than that.
Doctor, calm yourself. They appear to already have woman at the helm.
Shore Leave. Remember, Spock. That’s why the ship is mostly empty and we can enjoy this frak party.
No. What happened, Doctor?
Since he doesn’t feel the need to hide his baldness, obviously he’s confident enough not to overcompensate so much. :rolleyes: